This is a song about "The fall"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

Then get out your seat and jump around

They fall in the downtown,in town

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Taken the fall more times than i care to recall,

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

They'll see when they cant take the fall

And cause them all to fall like a door without the hinges.

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this